We did not think any harm would come of it,
This innocent package,
This Pandora’s box.
All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2020
Picture by Congerdesign
Category: Wild Outside
Poems about and around nature
Blue Pyjama Win
Body stiff and aching
Tired and drawn out week
Whiskey in hot coffee
Blue pyjama win
All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2018
Picture courtesy of Little Foxy
Moorland (Betrayed)
The wind blows cold
It shatters my bones,
And slivers of rain
Punch straight through my soul.
Sunlight forgotten,
Our map led me wrong.
Promised a landscape
You’d not said which one.
I am lost up here,
Alone on the fell.
Ground so uncertain,
You knew me so well.
All right reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017
Picture by Alicia Fitton
If you liked this poem, read Pretending
Dryad
I’ve loved so far beyond my means
Last spring I gave her all my leaves
And I have grown so thin and worn
In bark I clothed her supple form
She begged for more.
In pirouettes her water flowed
Her summer hymn down rivers rode
And I forgot how fair folk morn
A splash of laughter from me tore
I begged for more.
I courted her with gifts of gold
The autumn sun shone bright, but cold
An apple jug, a doll of corn
A honeyed drink, an empty store
She begged for more.
Her beauty scored a frozen vein
My bare limbs bore the winter pain
I shiver now for love forlorn
I held her close to keep her warm
I begged for more.
She laid ways to keep me reaching
She laid waste to all my dreaming
So far I’ve loved beyond my means
The price was hope, and yet it seems
She begs for more.
All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017
If you liked Dryad, read Companion Piece
Sea witch
The sea, her song is sweet
But she rages,
How she rages.
My love is in retreat,
A cage that stings my fingertips.
Her contrary deceit
But her kisses,
Such soft kisses,
Leave me quite replete,
My mistress runs aground my ship.
I go once more to meet
The rocky shore beneath her feet.
I go to make complete
The perfect storm of my defeat.
All rights reserved, Alicia Fitton 2017
If you liked Sea Witch, read Tell Me…
Reckless
She runs with ghosts and the patience of others
Through fields of regret where the grass cuts her legs
Past razors of guilt, of shrugged off compassion
She leaves muddy trails of blood, tears and sweat.
She holds no secrets, just stories in footprints
The ground when it echoes, beats close to her heart
Salt stings her face as sea spray washes over
A raw, angry wind has tangled her hair.
The taste of adventure will drag her under
She dives straight in with no thought of censure
All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017
If you liked Reckless read Waiting
Stone of the Ages
A bold figure stands in the valley of shadow
A statue of rock between mossy walls
Circle her slowly, diamond of Rhea
Coiled in her carvings her message obscure
The golden chord struck and the standing stone echoes
Percussion of tremors felt deep below
Her pitch soars higher, song of the ages
Morning’s first glory to settle her maw
The sun rises east as the river flows silver
The sweet song trembles at movement inside
The rhythm unfurls, passion moves closer
Sing muse again of the beauty described.
All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2016
If you liked Rock of Ages, read Goddess
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